Suga Kookies

#38

Prompt: The Waiting Room

He waited outside the room biting his nails with nerves. Hard plastic making it uncomfortable, especially since it felt like he had been sitting for hours. Florescent lights glared on the tile floors. He wasn't even certain how long he had been waiting. People rushed past tending to others, not taking any notice of him. He thought to himself how quickly things change in the blink of an eye, with no warnings.

Waiting. That was what he had been doing then as well. He sat on the couch, the old leather one that torn and rough around the edges. He was surrounded by furniture. Some his own, some brought in by him. Bright lights and images filling his brain from the small box television but nothing really staying put. There was a faint smell of apples mixed with soap lingering throughout the air around him. His shower gel. The only kind he would use. It overwhelmed him. He remembered telling him not to use so much and how he had laughed it off. He blinked and he was back on the plastic seats. The smell of disinfectant filling his nostrils. Sighing all he could think was how much he missed that smell now.

He thought back to their first date. The carnival had come to town for two weeks. He had asked him out, at the local coffee shop, shaking like a leaf while doing so. However, worth it when he accepted. Laughter and screams of joy filling the atmosphere around them. The smell of popcorn and sweet candy floss sticking to his fingers. The light nervous touches and awkward hand holding. The long wait and frustration for him to win him a rabbit teddy that he admired from afar but he had noticed when they passed. In the end he achieved and his face lit up, resembling a bunny, making it worth every attempt. His hands gripped the teddy tightly now, afraid to let go. All he wished for now was to see that smile.

The time he took him to the park for a picnic. They sat on a worn blanket staring at clouds and feeding each other cookie dough ice cream as though they belonged in a romantic movie. Talking about their future together like they actually had a clue. The drive home, sitting in comfortable silence, a generic pop song playing quietly in the background. Walking him to his door. Their lips met in a short sweet kiss and how unsure they both were but nothing had felt so right. He missed his lips against his own, his light nervous touches that left his skin tingling.

The night he had shown up at his door crying. His father had passed away. They were very close. He shared old memories and the times they had gone to his singing competitions together, how a smile from him would calm his nerves. He had pulled him into his arms, holding him so close. Letting him shed the tears he had, wiping them away with his thumb. His fingers running through his hair gently because he knew how much he likes the feeling. He remembered thinking how beautiful he was then and still. Tears stained his cheeks and clothes all wrinkled. No makeup covering his flawless skin, hair a mess but to him he's perfect. The simple things like how his eyes were so deep, full of emotions and wonder, the same colour as chocolate. How he missed his eyes, when they sparkled as he spoke about the thing or people he loves, specifically when it came to singing and dancing.

Waiting almost felt like a curse. He wanted to know. He needed to know. He couldn't just sit there while he withered away. Before he could blink back into another memory a doctor stood before him. He let out a sigh of relief as the doctor's lips moved, "He's awake."